[ there, there it is. his boy coming in his mouth in sticky, hot spurts, thick come filling his mouth before he swallows down, once, twice -- while credence empties his load. he's sucking him off, licking and laving and urging every drop out of him with a greediness that belies his put-together nature.
he's quiet, too, he thinks, and he's licking him clean before he gently releases credence's softened cock from his mouth, admiring the wonderfully debauched sight credence presents, legs spread and dick wet, shirt open. he's a panting, flushed mess, and graves enjoys every moment of it.
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he's quiet, too, he thinks, and he's licking him clean before he gently releases credence's softened cock from his mouth, admiring the wonderfully debauched sight credence presents, legs spread and dick wet, shirt open. he's a panting, flushed mess, and graves enjoys every moment of it.
he licks his lips. ]
Let you do what, Credence?